I see a rose,a wild rose,that I won't forget,a rose that taught me,how to feel,how to love,and how to see, her beauty is like nothing I saw before,I am looking at her, gasping and hoping that one day,maybe this wild Rose will be mine.
~S.A.D
YOU ARE READING
the cursed one
PoetryJust a trashy book that I write my feelings in when I feel bad
